Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

finally--

boom.

It exploded, and flesh and blood scattered around like shrapnel, some disappearing upon contact with the ground as if swallowed by the earth.

Visibly, the originally dark yellow ground gradually turned emerald green, and the already emerald green areas became even more lush, with plants growing wildly.

It was as if, having absorbed the energy from the explosion of the Demon-Eating Flower, it had ushered in a carnival of life.

……

Behind.

"That's amazing! No wonder they're..."

Martin, who was about to draw his sword to provide support, suddenly stopped, overwhelmed with emotion.

Although he knew that a strongman like Ronan might not necessarily need his support, he still had to put on a show.

He crushed a mountain-sized monster with one hand.

Is this the true value of being a strong person?

really.

My uncle was right.

He had never seen such a spectacular sight in his life.

If you enter the ruins.

I'm afraid...

It should be able to be penetrated directly.

……

At the same time.

Step, step.

Deep in another forest, a petite figure was walking barefoot across the soft ground.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist, and her pointed ears peeked out, the tips of which were tinged with a faint pink.

As we hurried along, our clothes became slightly damp, perhaps from the misty air of the forest, and they shimmered with a faint, almost imperceptible sheen.

Suddenly, she sensed a faint burst of magical energy emanating from afar, and she paused in her tracks.

Then, he slowly raised his eyes, a fleeting look of doubt flashing across his face.

"fighting?"

"interesting."

With a smile playing on her lips, Celia was filled with joy.

As the undisputed strongest mage among the elves, combat has become her greatest love over the past thousand years since she grew up.

Just a few days ago, she even made a special trip to the far north of the continent—Endai, the area where the Demon King's castle is located—to engage in a fierce battle with the Demon King.

The details of the battle are hard to describe, but in any case, she escaped unscathed, while the Demon King suffered irreparable damage.

She wasn't satisfied, and with the Demon King's castle under martial law, it would be difficult to break in again.

So, after leaving there, she embarked on a journey to explore ancient ruins.

The magic that humans possess today is far too weak.

Only some of the demons in the ancient ruins, who were born in the same era as her, could rival her.

Naturally, she learned of the birth of the Pure Land Dynasty.

This dynasty perished 1,300 years ago, but was founded 2,000 years ago, almost the same age as she herself.

Perhaps some lost magic, especially combat magic, is hidden there…

Celia narrowed her eyes slightly, pondering to herself:

"If I remember correctly, the Pure Land Dynasty should be the second dynasty to be born in human history."

"My goal will be achieved once the ruins of the first dynasty are discovered."

"By then, I will possess the most complete collection of magic in human history... What will those humans call me?"

"Demon King... never mind, he's just a beast, I'm too lazy to kill him."

“Once we kill them, the days without war will become quite boring.”

"Let's leave it to the hero."

Celia has never liked trouble; professional matters should be left to professionals.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and continued walking.

Along the way, Celia took out a map from her person to check and make sure she wouldn't get lost.

About half an hour later, she arrived at a human city ten kilometers away.

The city was bustling, but she didn't linger. Instead, she headed straight for the ruins.

Meanwhile, Ronan and Frillie, intrigued by Martin's subsequent suggestion to "play," had already arrived at the ruins.

……

Inside the temporary camp.

Ronan looked at the bustling crowd before him, his thoughts wandering.

"We've finally arrived. These are ruins from over 1,300 years ago. Hopefully, we can find some useful magic."

"The ones on the market are too ordinary. The ones that nobody knows about but make people feel impressed when they use them are the most suitable for me."

Having extraordinary talent but choosing to learn ordinary magic is a real waste.

"Lord Ronan, for..."

Martin handed over a scroll of guides for exploring ruins and began to explain.

"The excavation of this site has been ongoing for five years."

"In the past five years, thanks to the tireless exploration of countless adventurers, about one-third of the area has been developed."

"The remaining two-thirds are still unknown areas, and according to some adventurers, they contain demons from the mythical era."

"Each demon possesses strength comparable to the pinnacle of human capabilities."

“A demon…” Ronan listened quietly, without the slightest fear on his face.

He simply took the notice lightly, glanced at its contents, and then handed it to Frilian.

Although it was another unfamiliar word, he didn't care and just forged ahead.

No mechanism, trap, or enemy, not even the strongest among humans, can withstand the power of his punch.

The only problem right now is how to find those magical artifacts and enchanted items…

The ruins haven't been fully explored yet, and the map isn't complete. If we get lost, we can't keep relying on our fists to solve the problem.

It would be terrible if the ruins collapsed.

Ronan's mind raced as he pondered whether there was any magic related to finding a way.

Logically speaking, magic should have these elements after so many years of development.

He was about to ask Frilian.

Suddenly, a sign made of wooden planks by the roadside caught his attention.

The sign read in prominent font:

— Selling homing birds.

"A pathfinder bird?" Ronan's eyes lit up. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

The purpose of this bird can be guessed from its literal meaning.

He stopped and asked Martin, "How much are these birds?"

Martin immediately understood.

He followed Ronan's gaze to the sign, frowned slightly, and then said in a low voice:

“Lord Ronan, I personally do not recommend that you purchase this animal.”

"Although this bird has been domesticated and has the ability to find its way, it is extremely weak and has almost no ability to protect itself."

"Once you encounter danger, there's no time to escape; you'll instantly become food."

"But those places that hide treasures are often guarded by powerful monsters."

"Therefore, it has no practical use in exploring the ruins themselves."

"It's just some people taking the opportunity to promote their products and raise prices."

"I'm asking about its price. I don't care about its capabilities."

Now that you know you can modify the attributes of creatures, why are you afraid that the Pathfinder Bird will be eaten by monsters?

Ronan shook his head slightly. To others, it might be a useless thing, but to him, it was a rare treasure.

Martin listened to Ronan's words with a sense of helplessness.

Even though I've made myself perfectly clear, the other party still insists on buying.

Is it because you feel you have too many gold coins and nowhere to spend them?

But... never mind.

It's their business how they want to spend their money; even if they lose money in the end, it's not their fault.

Martin sighed, "In the past, it would have been about ten copper coins each."

"But now, the price should have increased by about a hundred times, which is ten silver coins."

"Exploring a single ruin requires at least one hundred Pathfinder Birds."

"Lord Ronan, how many do you intend to buy?"